Dilbert forwns and says, "Just because you guessed a hundred coin flips in a row doesn't mean you're psychic." Coincidences so happen." Dilbert flips the coin again, high in the air. Ratbert says, "I call seven rotations followed by inexplicable hovering and hen noises." The coin floats in mid-air. Dilbert points and says, "That is luck... luck, luck, luck, luck, luck!" Ratbert says, "Are we done now?"
Dilbert: If I complain about a co-worker, can you handle it discreetly and keep me out of it? Boss: Yes. Dilbert says you're a worthless piece of garbage. He guessed it was you.
